Welcome to the Family (Rolland)

[Popo]

[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

The room was loud, smokey, dim, and full of dozens of individuals of varying background. Most were thugs, thieves, bounty hunters, and general underworld scum. Here and there serving girls who looked about as tired and worn as the building's interior brought drinks and food to tables and put up with the lewd commentary and grasping hands of their customers.

A single door lead from the street to the dive bar and, aside from the door to the kitchen behind the bar, there was only one other door in the place. A lone figure stood beside the doorway, obviously guarding it. The man was huge and heavily muscled with a nasty scar trailing from his ear to the corner of his mouth, giving him a permanent sneer. A few tattoos decorated his arms and peaked out from the tunic he wore. Upon closer inspection, one would find that he lacked the last digit of his pinky finger.

The stage was set, the actors ready, all that was left was for the door to open and for fate to begin it's slow march onwards...

 

[Commander Lusk]

Rolland, the super soldier who had killed his own brother at O'reen. The Czar who was responsible for the killings of quite a lot of people. Recently he had left the fringe due to the whole forcibly having to murder his brother business and he was looking forward to finding new avenues of work. He had all but dedicated his life to killing the Jedi and their families but knowing that it wouldn't work out he needed a way to sustain himself. And well what better way to continue the only thing you know in life by working for the cartel. Killing was Rolland's game and he would extend his loyalty to them

Dressed in his full zodiac armor he looked up at the crappy dive bar and stared at it blankly. Making sure he wasn't armed he strode into the single door into the bar and had himself a look around. His contacts had lead him here and he would find the person in charge so he could get hired on.

Taking a full scan of the area the seven foot three giant noticed a rather scary individual guarding a door. Well scary for most people, but moving on Rolland walked up to through the smoke and scantily dressed slave girls and looked at the man, the skull plastered and carved into his helmet giving him a blank expression. "I'm here to see your boss, I want a job." He said to the man, he wouldn't ask twice so it would be best for the tattooed individual to listen to the scary armored man [member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

The big man said nothing at first, but simply reached a hand over and rapped on the doorway. He kept his cool and collected manner as he sized up the armored man before him. After a minute or two, a bespectacled man opened the door and gazed at [member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]. He quickly gestured for the tall man to enter and, once he had, closed the door behind him.

"We've been expecting you, Rolland," he said bluntly as he pushed his glasses back up on his long nose. "Come with me. The Boss wants to talk to you."

He gestured for the soldier to follow him and lead the man through another smoke filled room, though this one was quieter. Tables were here and there, but instead of the typical scum and villainy, there sat what looked to be groups of young men. Some wore suits, others wore simple clothing, but all were well kempt and there was none of the lewdness and groping shown towards the servers as there had been outside.

"Draw a weapon or act in an aggressive manner and you will not leave here alive," the man with the glasses said to Rolland as if it were a simple statement of truth, which it was. "You will probably kill many here and cause much damage, but we know what you are. Even the mightiest can fall. You know this. You have seen this. You are here, alive, because the Boss desires it. Don't forget that."

With that as a last word, he stopped before the back of the room and gestured with a hand, that also was missing a pinky digit, towards the raised dais.

"Popo will see you now."

 

[Commander Lusk]

Remaining silent Rolland cared not for the little man's words, all it sounded to him was guttural mouth noises as he spoke. However he did pay attention and would not act aggressive to them, he had been trained better than that to just walk into a bar with no weapons and act a fool. Walking through the rooms past the suited men his air filter kept the smoke from entering his lungs, and he was very thankful that he had it. The people there were quite gross and the air was no exception. All he wanted was to get through this meeting and get a job that would have steady work, he knew nothing else but war and fighting so this was the best option.

"Thank you." Rolland said to the man with glasses, he knew their world he knew what failure or squawking to the cops meant. He could see their missing pinkies and digits and knew right away which people were trustworthy and which were not.

"Speak less." He said as he opened the door to the back room, taking a step forward he turned around and closed the door behind him. What he would turn around to see was not known yet. He only hoped it was not a trap of some kind that he would need fight out of. They knew who he was and it would be easy to set up a trap ahead of time
[member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

"Hello, Rolland," came a deep, rumbling, and resonating voice. Popo looked the man over from his place on the dais and pondered as he spoke. "Or should I call you [member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]. Formerly of the Galactic Empire. Supersoldier. Experiment. Special operations asset. Correct?"

The massive Shell Hutt sat on the concrete dais in his Lorda armor. A literal metric tonne of beskar armor with a one tonne Hutt inside and festooned with weapons, gadgets, and lethal technology. Fancy and expensive it may be, but it wasn't for show.

"A little birdie told me you're looking for work. Understandable since the Empire has decided to suckle the Fringe's teats. You must be a bit... sore over that. Perhaps seeking something long term in light of new business opportunities?"

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Popo"]

Looking at the giant slug inside the giant tank in front of him Rolland gave a slight bow respect to the hutt. He was correct in his information and that sort of information was a bit hard to come by these days. He was one of the last of his kind there were ten if his kind starting off now there were only four. Dead or scattered with the fringe, the owners of the galactic empire. Though Rolland wasn't going to waste the Hutta time with idle conversation about who he was.

If the hutt did all his homework he would know fully well what he was capable of. "That is correct, I need a job." He said to the hutt as he walked forward every step bringing a clank from his metal boot hitting the floor. He was quite ready to move on from the fringe and wanting a new career

"I'm ready to do what you ask." He spoke again ready and willing to prove his loyalty to the hutt. The empire was dead and he was faithful to them, but now that they were gone he had to move on and this hutt in front if him was his best bet at that. Types like him were always in need of people like Rolland.
[member="Popo"]